At what point did you realize that it was a lie?
Everything they told you about life . . .it was a big scam.

Everything you ever believed in was a mirage . . . a big fucking charade. Everything you’ve been told since the day you could comprehend stuff.
It was a well orchestrated scam; everyone was in on it.
Firstly, they told you to go to school, make good grades and keep straight; then you’ll surely be successful in life. You foolishly did as you were told without even wondering what it’d feel like to be the opposite of what they told you to be; to break the rules – even if momentarily. Now, it’s been five years since you finished school with your excellent grades and a clean record, yet you’re not better off than that guy that usually sat at the back of the class throughout school and finally dropped out when he got fed up with the whole scam. The mere thought of his plethora of properties obviously gotten through illegal ventures makes you cringe and ask yourself – ‘what is really illegal?’. You see, you’re broke and unemployed with no end in sight. My guy, it’s not like you have not tried; like you’ve not attempted starting up a profitable venture to keep you busy or even tried holding down a teaching job notwithstanding the rubbish they pay you as salary. But then, the thing is, each time you try; you fail woefully. Then you resign yourself to fate. Fuck it.
At what point did you realize that there’s no light at the end of the tunnel? Someone else got there first and decided to keep the light for himself and his family; not minding if the whole community went blind. At what point did you realize that no one cared. No one bothered asking what happened to the light at the end of the tunnel.

At what point did you realise that good things don’t really happen to good people. At what point did you realise that the patient dog died while waiting for the fattest bone.

At what point did you finally lose your conscience?

I lost hope in humanity a long time ago. Now sarcasm is my only defense.

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